The day before the spring, Shen Shi.

Guozijian.

School House.

The desks were neatly arranged, Xiao Miaomiao was lying on the desk gently, her head was light, her big eyes were not as smart as before, and she was a little more sleepy.

At this moment, like Xiao Miaomiao, sleepy students are sitting in the entire school building, they are of different ages, some are drooping old, some are calm middle-aged, and some are bright-eyed teenagers.

One of the wines of the Guozi Priest, Li Wuche was explaining the content of the lengthy ancient books, and he didn't care about the state of the students in the audience, he spoke spittle, and it took a long time before closing the ancient books:

"That's all for today, tomorrow for spring, rest."

There were voices of joy among the students.

"That's right." Li Wuche reopened the ancient book, and he remembered something.

After Hou Shanye was elected as one of the invigilators of the Spring Festival, he asked him to write some speeches about the Spring Festival in the name of "Invigilator Hou Shanye".

But he specializes in academics all day long, and he has no time to think about it, and at this moment he looks at the puzzled students in the audience, and his eyes light up.

Why not give it to them? Let them write a speech for the old man?

The more Li Wuche thought about it, the more reasonable he became, and called a student who he valued quite a lot on weekdays and asked him to write it.

This son's name is Laifu, eight out of twenty, and he is the distant nephew of the prime minister.

After explaining the matter, Li Wuche left the school with the heavy ancient books, and he walked briskly to the place where the books were stored.

When the students dispersed, Xiao Miaomiao stretched her waist, took out her small bookbag from the desk, and prepared to leave.

"Miao Miao."

Someone called her.

Xiao Miaomiao looked puzzled, it was Senior Brother Laifu.

"Senior brother." Xiao Miao Miao was puzzled and widened her eyes.

She is the youngest in Guozijian and is the younger sister of all the students in this generation.

"Do my brother a favor." Laifu brocade clothes, ordinary appearance, smiling.

Xiao Miaomiao's hands were stirred together, she didn't know why.

"Let your master, Master Zhao, help write some Spring Speeches." Rifle smirked.

Li Wuche sacrificed wine and asked him to write a speech on behalf of the Spring Festival, but he would write a speech with a hammer, and he was able to enter the national prison, but he still entrusted his uncle to the relationship of the prime minister.

Xiao Miaomiao thought that her master Zhao Wujiang was tired all day long ago, and she couldn't see her for a long time, and now someone is bothering her master, her delicate little face like a porcelain doll was unhappy for a moment, and pouted:

"The master is very busy."

"Oh, my good sister." Rifle rubbed his hands:

"Lord Zhao is very knowledgeable, and he is rich in learning... No..."

His eyes rolled, he glanced around, and confirmed that Li Wuche was not there, and he sneered:

"What's more, writing some speeches is just a gesture for Lord Zhao and his old man."

"Master is not old...... Xiao Miaomiao stretched her voice, she tilted her head, thought for a while, and asked:

"Senior brother, do you have any money?"

"Money?" Laifu's eyes lit up, and his family had a lot of money, and he smiled and said:

"Miao Miao agreed?"

Xiao Miao Miao scratched her head, stretched out her little hand, and said uncertainly, "Senior brother, do you have five hundred taels?"

Laifu looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention here, he took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms and stuffed them into Miao Miao's small bookbag: "Senior brother, there are two thousand taels of silver tickets here, Miao Miao helps."

Xiao Miaomiao's mouth raised a smile, she hugged the small schoolbag tightly and smiled sweetly:

"Okay. Early tomorrow morning, senior brother will come to Shangshu Province to get it."

"Okay." Laifu also laughed loudly, and stamped with Xiao Miaomiao's hook:

"Don't tell anyone else."

Xiao Miaomiao patted her little chest, nodded heavily, looking like an adult, and then hugged the small bookbag and left.

Recently, the master Zhao Wujiang has nothing to do, and the master comes to pick him up.

After completing the confession of Li Saijiu, I think he will value me more.

.... Laifu stood up, feeling that his eyes were black, he had been squatting with Xiao Miaomiao just now, and suddenly got up, and his vain body reacted immediately.

He rubbed his eyebrows, watched Miao Miao run with joy, shook his head with a smile, and muttered:

"Xiao Miaomiao, a child, why do you want so much money?"

......

West of Chang'an City, Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Wujiang picked up his pen and wrote a speech on paper.

Xiao Miao stepped on the small bench and stared intently at the content on the paper.

After a few breaths, Zhao Wujiang stopped writing:

"Alright."

"Master, master, there is still a blank." Xiao Miao Miao said with a serious face:

"Didn't you say, like a speech, that the tail of the word should be humble and polite?"

"Then Miao Miao thinks, what should the master write next?" Zhao Wujiang recognized Miao Miao's words.

Miao Miao smiled sweetly, pointed to the remaining blank space on the paper, and tapped it with her fingertips:

"Write... Well... Well...

"The speech was taught to me by my master Zhao Wujiang, I hope you don't dislike it."

Is this okay, master?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled dumbly, and rubbed Nezha's hair of the same style on Miao Miao's little head.

"Master." Xiao Miao pouted, then shook Zhao Wujiang's arm, urging, "Master, write quickly."

"Good, good." Zhao Wujiang smiled, dipped his pen in ink, and dropped a few more strokes.

...

Tang Xianqing, Spring Day.

At the time of Yin, there were six departments of Shangshu Province.

All the students have arrived, and the talented and beautiful people in the city have also gathered, surrounding Shangshu Province.

The three Shangshu of the Rite Soldiers and the Dali Siqing sat in front of the gate of the examination room, and in front of them were the candidates waiting to verify their identities and enter the examination room.

Lin Ruhai, the secretary of the ministry, held the roster and personally verified the identity of the candidates to prevent someone from cheating on behalf of the exam.

A number of officials such as Wai Lang also checked whether the candidates had entrainment.

Everything is in order.

After passing the examination, the candidates saluted the four invigilators and stood aside and waited to step into the examination room together.

The verification is gradually coming to an end.

Suddenly.

There was an exclamation from the crowd of beautiful talents who cheered for the spring festival.

"Look, look. It's Lord Zhao!"

The exclamations grew, and the eyes of the crowd were quickly drawn over.

Zhao Wujiang and Xiao Miaomiao held small hands and approached the examination room.

He and Xiao Miaomiao were both wearing decent black robes today, and both the master and apprentice were wearing long hair.

His black hair is like a waterfall, his handsome face is a warm smile like a spring breeze, his eyes are evil, Xiao Miaomiao's hair is soft, and the whole person looks petite and beautiful.

The beauties surrounded Zhao Wujiang in colorful clothes, and their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at him.

The talented people kept bowing and saluting, or called Brother Zhao, or Lord Zhao, or directly called Master Zhao, and they looked respectful.

Zhao Wujiang returned the salute one by one.

Xiao Miaomiao's little hand tightly tugged at the corner of Zhao Wujiang's clothes, looking timid and cute.

Li Ruhai shook his head and smiled, he had long known about Zhao Wujiang's popularity, although Zhao Wujiang was removed from the post of Shang Shuling, he was still very optimistic about Zhao Wujiang in his heart.

The verified candidates stood up one by one, their expressions were full of surprise, and they all looked in the direction of Zhao Wujiang.

"Don't look at it.